"...I think so too."

"That's good."

McCarthy Delin took a deep breath, "Tell me about his plan."

"After the war ends, he has an idea, perhaps we should establish an organization to teach people about the knowledge of the magic network, so even after we pass away, they can continue to seek answers from it."

Trust in the wisdom of future generations.

This is the only path Kadela can think of at the moment.

The Elemental Shapers regard McCarthy Delin as a genius; at a young age, he surpassed his mentor to become the acknowledged foremost Elemental Shaper. In the future, there might be more geniuses like Kadela, possibly even greater.

They will stand on the shoulders of those before them.

This will become the spark left by McCarthy Delin. Every explorer of the magic network is a flame bearer until the day they find the "answer."

"Academy."

Thinking of this, the Knight Lord said, "How about calling it the Academy?"

He knew well his old friend's worries, "Mack, maybe in the future, there will be Elemental Shapers more brilliant than you. They may find a cure for magic addiction."

And if they can't?

McCarthy Delin ultimately didn't ask this aloud.

Kadela is the one who's journeyed the furthest into the "future." If even he cannot foresee further, how could they find answers from such brief and elusive discussions?

However, the Knight Lord has conveyed enough information.

Trust in those who come later.

This is the conclusion they reached through their discussion.

McCarthy Delin suddenly asked, "Old friend, what do you plan to do after the war?"

He wanted to find a place to settle down, spending his days fishing, tending birds, or traveling the continent to places he hasn't been.

The war has dragged on so long; he's gone from a young, spirited man to a scruffy middle-aged uncle, and it's been ages since he's held a fishing rod, so long that he was embarrassingly defeated by a novice today.

I see.

Ethan's image suddenly flashed in McCarthy Delin's mind.

Thoughtless Spellcasting, a skill even he hasn't mastered.

Perhaps he is the "successor" the Knight Lord mentioned. He's still young, reminding McCarthy of his own youth.

As for Ethan's wife... he admitted that the lady is also an extremely powerful Elemental Shaper, but she exposed the truth about his air force in front of everyone.

Slight tendency to become a Witch.

This was McCarthy Delin's assessment.

The conversation once again fell into silence. The Knight Lord just looked at him, full of confusion, as if pondering his intentions.

In the end, the Knight Lord said, "The war is not over."

They cannot witness the true end of the war either.

It might be hundreds of years later or even thousands. By then, they would probably have long lost even a remnant of consciousness.

"I still have a lot to do next."

Just now, McCarthy Delin's question triggered a myriad of thoughts in the Knight Lord. Before his consciousness dissipates, he must provide as much aid as possible to those who come after, "I plan to forge twenty-four holy swords, leave them in the ruins. When the successors are in crisis, the holy swords will guide them. I will seal a portion of my power within them, including my understanding of this world, hoping to help them."

He paused for a moment and then said, "I must also prevent successors from going astray. If they use this power for evil or deviate from the right path, I will punish them... Mack, what do you think of using an oath to regulate their behavior, urging them to walk the right path?"

Mack was momentarily at a loss for words.

The topic was indeed heavy, so much so that he momentarily didn't know how to respond.

The Knight Lord was already arranging afterlife affairs, seemingly having filled his entire schedule before his death.

Twenty-four ruins, twenty-four holy swords, and those oaths to regulate followers—perhaps only after completing all these affairs could the Knight Lord leave at peace. Death, to him, seemed more like a vacation, meaning his responsibilities for this world finally concluded.

But this was supposed to be a light-hearted topic.

Like finding a place to open a small tavern or marrying the girl he likes.

"Buddy, I always felt like you should be the one to become a god."

Mack could only sigh. If those Divine Spirits were like the Knight Lord, this war would never have erupted.

"I'm not a god."

The Knight Lord solemnly said, "Mack, I've emphasized to you many times, I'm not as omnipotent as they are."

"I'm just sighing." Mack raised an eyebrow, "Kaisaros should really learn from you."

"It's getting late."

The Knight Lord still wore a stern face, expressing his dislike for this topic through his expression.

"Yes, truly a long day."

The Knight Lord nodded at him and walked towards the outside of the tent, having arranged the upcoming schedule, with no time to close his eyes. The western front still needed aid from him and the Knight Order. Fortunately, his body didn't require sleep.

"Old buddy."

Just as the Knight Lord was about to walk out of the tent, McCarthy Delin suddenly called out to him.

He suddenly realized that this might be their last meeting.

His old friend is just that kind of person; if there's nothing urgent, he would never think of 'visiting friends,' something used for maintaining social relations.

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